31 August 2009
29 August 2009
#2 Puffy roasted marshmallow-looking ones.
28 August 2009
24 August 2009
23 August 2009
It was 1994. I'd turned 21 a month or so earlier, and my sometimes-sweetheart was a college student in Moorhead. So we went to Ralph's Corner Bar, a Moorhead institution, where grizzled locals and college students alike shared cheap beer and greasy burgers. I liked the bar: it was old, and grungy, and my mom had maybe gone to it when she was in college. Live music played in the back room, and years later I'd see bands with names like Diesel Jenny play there.
This was only my second time in a real bar (my first was in Morris, where I turned 21), and it was different than just a college bar. It was older, and dirtier, and felt more grown up. Plus they had black leather booths, cracked with age and smoke, that made me think of movies like The Untouchables. It was the kind of place that, when you walked in, a good dozen people turned to see who you were. Like the gas station in my hometown, but with the smell of stale beer.
After our first pitcher, I excused myself to the ladies' room. It was one of those single-room ones, with a thin wood veneer door and push button lock. As I dropped my Levis and turned to sit, I saw a sign on the back of the bathroom door. It was one of those black and orange signs you can buy at K-Mart that say "Garage Sale" or "Beware of Dog," but this one was blank in the middle, and someone had scrawled in black Sharpie:
19 August 2009
Overall, we had a lovely time. And those of you we didn't see, we'll catch you the next time around. After we've recovered a bit. If you'd meet us in the kids' section of IKEA, that would probably help, too.
Oh, and also, yes, I made V's clothes in these pictures, and yes, that shirt covers her belly, if she's not dancing around or being a doofus. Which is pretty rare, come to think of it.
12 August 2009
I hope this trip is at least as fun as the others have been, and I look forward to seeing her when she gets home, all aglow from adventure, good company, and many miles there and back.
flowers are all from Myra's garden, as photographed by her. I'm not weeding the flowerbeds while she's gone, either. Correction: As my sister pointed out in the comments, some of the flowers are in Jess' garden. Sheesh. All these territorial gardeners.
08 August 2009
07 August 2009
But I digress. My point is, it's not like I need any new clothes. But shoes? I'm a walking cliche of a woman when it comes to shoes. And I'm a total nerdy, old-lady-shoe-loving teacher person. I'm not even ashamed. I'm 36: good arch support matters to me more than anything.
I taught all summer, so I rewarded myself with some new shoes. Here's the first pair, a pair of Earth shoes from Seirra Trading Post.
Arent they perfect? Earth shoes' main selling point is they have a lower heel than toe, which means when I wear them, it makes me feel like I'm about to tip over backwards. I assume this gets better. Besides, they are supposed to be all good for my posture, too, and help strengthen my calves or bicuspids or something.
I need shoes that can go with skirts or dress pants, that are comfortable for 6 hours on my feet, pacing back and forth in front of bored students. These are my first Earth shoes, and I adore how they look. My past favorites include Dansko and Ecco. I'm allowing myself two more new pairs of shoes: dear readers, do you have any suggestions?
06 August 2009
04 August 2009
But real mermaids get over it quickly. There's $8 worth of pool to enjoy, after all.
02 August 2009
We are simple people. It takes so little to make us happy. A big tire and space to run? That's all we need.